When I die,
I’d like to be buried in my PJ’s
For I will not be dead

Forever lives the things I did,
And all the things I said,

I will still be quite alive, I will linger
In the grass you picnic on,
In the dust upon your finger

And so my body, buried,
It is sleeping,
But I’m not gone.

So put me in my pyjamas,
Because forever, I’ll live on.